This past weekend I watched the sun set, for the last time over a true horizon. As the golden disc moved on an absolutely pristine autumn sky, it was initially obstructed by trees. Ultimately it reappeared in my view, only minutes before melting into the the dark silhouette of land, granting me the allure of its final setting beauty.
I admit that this final farewell touched me to tears...
The Scandinavian sun is to me the subject of infinite magic. It is either abundant in the summer months, giving rise to the enticing white nights, creating light shows unlike any other on the evening sky. Equally long however, it graces us with its total absence in the winter, when darkness rule our world and twilight our days.
It feels as if it was only yesterday I was rejoicing over the suns return, yet now the vital star has departed from my view again. This fall farewell effects me deeply, more than the one I usually have to endure when Summer's end is imminent. My world will soon be submerged into darkness for months to come. Thus this final sunset of the year is suddenly signifying - for the first time this season - a true imminence of winter...
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I was born under the Tatra Mountains, to a Czech father and a Slovak mother. I grew up in Sweden and lived almost ten years in North Carolina.
More than a decade ago my line of work took me to Denmark, where I live today. My home, which I share with the man that holds my heart, lies in the northerly part of a Danish peninsula, in the proximity of endless, wide and pristine westbound sandy beaches, surrounded by the rough and untamed North Sea.
My writing is defined by reflections on my cosmopolitan past and my intriguing present. Ultimately I try to convey in words and images my personal thoughts and feelings about life itself, with all its magic, natural splendour and the beauty of simple pleasures.